For these days though, yesterday I was leaving for work as my youngest slept in the living room. She looked so peaceful, and so much like the child I had watched sleep over the last 18 years that I just lay down next to her and watched her sleep. I was washed over with the knowledge that these days are few and very far apart. How old will my baby be before I get this chance again?
Saturday, August 29, 2009
These are the days
My youngest daughter is visiting me in Seattle this week. She graduated high school this last June. None of my children make me feel old. Yet, typing that just now, I realize there's a lot of time that's gotten past me so far. I only wish for a time machine to go back and enjoy those times I should have enjoyed more.